The Park, Friday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had awoken from a nightmare this morning. That much... that was nothing new. Of course he'd awoken from a nightmare. He rarely slept for the nightmares. That had been a constant for nearly as far back as he could remember, several lifetimes over. It was just... that particular nightmare had seemed all too real, the faces of people that he'

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[nuclear_snide]

What was research without a bit of reconnaissance? (What was the point of not being stuck in a room if you just stayed in a room all the time?)

Bob dodged a couple...things...and mostly just wafted along until he spotted Jono.

Then materialised just behind him. "Well, don't you look cheery!"

[furnaceface]

Congratulations, Bob. You were getting a full slice of bread thrown through you by a mutant who was on the edge of his seat waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then Jono was squinting at you.

//... I'm not required to be chipper on demand, Bob.//

Jono... really didn't do chipper.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob blinked, then waved back toward the bread. "I'm not picking that up, you know."

[furnaceface]

...

...

//Th'birds will,// Jono settled on, and then turned back toward the water. //S'what it's there for anyway, after all. Ducks.//

The few stragglers who were still around, at any rate.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob sighed. "Let me guess - bad dreams, possible hauntings by the past, and/or generally being annoyed by things attacking you?"

[furnaceface]

//The first,// Jono replied, giving Bob another side-eye. //There've been hauntings?//

A beat.

//And attacks?//

Look, Jono wasn't on the top of his game today, okay?

[nuclear_snide]

"Haven't gotten out much today, have you?" Bob rolled his eyes. "Yes. But don't worry - the children are looking into it."

Worry.

[furnaceface]

//I hate it when people tell me the children are looking into it,// Jono grumbled. //I know just how much of a problem that bloody well is. I used to be one of those children.//

At least nightmares weren't, oh, Silent Hill. Or battling Jhinka in a town full of slaughtered landens.

//What's the damage? What's attacking?//

[nuclear_snide]

"No idea yet." Bob shrugged. "Flying things, bashing things - take a walk, I'm sure you'll meet some."

[furnaceface]

//I walked here and didn't,// Jono pointed out. //I suppose that makes me lucky.//

He squinted and took a look around, expanding his psionic senses a little more, pulling down his walls. It meant letting in the general background noise from the rest of the island, the mental chatter and confusion and fear of the island's residents, but it also meant that nothing was quite as likely to sneak up on him.

And there were a lot of somethings out there, after all.

[nuclear_snide]

But sneaking up on Jono was so much fun!

"Anything? Well, anything useful?"

[furnaceface]

//Aside from being able to confirm that, yes, there are things attacking the island, you mean?//

Jono shook his head.

//No. Afraid not. It's an island full of people who are waking up badly and their days aren't improving, for the most part.//

[nuclear_snide]

Bob snorted. "Just a normal day, then."

[furnaceface]

//Give or take some fighting for people's lives, I suppose. The island is usually at least a little bit quieter, I've found.//

Or at least very least, there were more ducks.

[nuclear_snide]

"Quiet's overrated." Bob shrugged dismissively.

[furnaceface]

//You know, I'd be inclined to agree, if the island's students weren't so hell-bent on throwing themselves headfirst at anything that comes our way with pointy things aimed at the island's residents,// Jono noted. //Days like today are mostly just a headache.//